Make Me Beg [l.s - edited version]

four

Harry's POV:

The sunlight seeping through my windows feels obnoxiously bright in my bedroom as I rub my eyes. The alarm clock on my nightstand continues to beep loudly as I blink a few times, trying to get rid of my blurry morning vision. When things finally clear up I'm able to properly make out the time.

6:30 a.m.

I let out a sigh and smack the snooze button with a bit more force than what's necessary to make the beeping stop. But then again, it's 6:30 a.m. and I'm not in the mood to get up.

My mattress and blankets feel warm and inviting, willing me to stay put and fall back asleep. I feel like whenever I want to go to sleep at night, I'm often restless and can't get comfortable. But as soon as I actually need to get up and do something productive, my bed turns into the coziest thing in the world. 

Permitting myself to only sleep for a handful more minutes until the alarm clock starts blaring again, I lay in bed for a few moments, staring up warily at the ceiling before forcing myself to get out of bed. If I don't, there's a good chance I'll sleep through the whole workday and get in trouble with my boss, Kayla.

I throw the sheets and blankets off of me and roll out of bed. Literally. However, I'm so tired and slightly disoriented from just waking up that I actually forget to stop rolling, and end up falling on my bum on the floor with a loud thud. 

A fit of laughter erupts from the direction of the armchair in the corner of my room as I groan about the pain in my bum.

I slowly stand up, hoping the pain wears off soon. When I look to see who's laughing, I see Niall on a cushiony chair in the corner, wrapped securely in his favorite blue fuzzy blankets with yellow ducks all over them that he keeps here when he stays over. 

He's already got a whole plate of what appears to be french toast, breakfast potatoes, and sausages, and I'm suddenly aware of the delicious smells that have filled my room. How he cooked all this before 7 am, I'm really not sure.

"Shut up, 's not funny," I grumble, crossing my arms.

"I'll bring a camera next time I sleepover because I would've killed to get that on video," He hiccups then resumes his laughing fit. 

"You just kept rolling and rolling of the bed as if someone had told you to 'stop, drop, and roll' because you were on fire, and then BAM! You rolled right off the bed and landed on your arse!"

I roll my eyes but crack a smile nonetheless at my idiotic best friend. After watching the movie last night at the drive-thru theatre and then heading to the bar after, we were both so tired that we just crashed at my place instead of parting ways and finding Niall a taxi back to his flat.

His laughing eventually dies down and he resumes shoveling french toast into his mouth and nearly inhaling a nearby cup of apple juice as if he hasn't eaten or drunk anything in months.

Ten pounds says he's eaten a full breakfast before this one.

I wait for him to swallow before trying to spark a half-hearted conversation with him. "Niall?" My morning voice is unnaturally low and raspy.

He doesn't seem to notice my lame attempt to get his attention, and takes another huge bite, this time of sausage and potatoes. I clear my throat abruptly, and he looks up and tries to smile, but his mouth is too full for that. He holds up his finger as he chews for a few seconds longer before swallowing and putting down his fork.

"My bad, I was just eating breakfast 'cause I was super hungry. I can make you some in a bit if you'd like. What's up?"

"I'll get myself some breakfast, but thanks for the offer. Did you sleep well?"